I actually prefer getting enemas from males. Though flexible, I am usually straight. It probably stems from my first enemate, my neighbor and best friend when young. Dave I showed him a bag one day, he'd never even heard of an enema, though we had earlier history playing dr when young.
He was interested in seeing it work, so agreed to help me out. After that, he gave me enemas with fair frequency. Sometimes I told him I needed them, other times, such as when he slept over or we went on family vacations together, it was pretty much a given that I would get enemas, only a matter of where, when, and how many which I usually left up to him.
Occasionally, he'd even surprise me right after school before my dad got home. He'd show up, ask how I was, eventually asking about my stomach. He'd tell me that he thought it had been a long time since he gave me an enema and figured I needed some. I'd tell him "you're the dr, up to you". He'd then either come right over for a quick bulb or quart bag, and usually make an "appointment" to meet somewhere later for more.
He most likely did that because, afterwards, we'd do other things, like mild sex acts. We were caught by both our parents before. I said I needed them and didn't want my dad to do that. He let Dave come over a few times to give me enemas, the first time when I was scheduled for a lower gi and needed 3 1qt sse s a day for three days, among other laxatives and suppositories. We had to use the bathroom with the door open, which was so embarrassing, I couldn't even finish one. We did the others next door at his sisters who left us alone.
His parents didn't seem to care and were not surprised to having me come over and have Dave give me a bag or two in the back bedroom. I always felt weird though the time or two his mom greeted me at the door telling me Dave was in the backroom waiting for me.
I finally got to give him some when we were older. He was afraid before, but liked small ones, and I loved giving them. We never got caught giving him one though my father came home early once. Dave and I had given each other bulbs earlier but he'd went home and I was still nude in my dads bedroom with not only a couple full bulbs, but the bag I'd hoped to use on Dave.
My dad came in, saw the scene and asked if Dave had been over. I said no, I was plugged up and just about to try the bulbs. He had me give them to myself while he watched, then said I'd probably need the bag since I had it out.
He didn't say anything until a couple hours later when he asked if I was ready for that other enema. I started to protest, but he was unusually firm. He told me to go in the bathroom where I was greeted by a pretty full bag. I asked if I had to give it all to myself. He said he was going to do it, told me to lay down and, before I knew it, he was giving me an enema for the first time since I was about 12.
I didn't really like it. It was one thing to have dave do it, it was geoss to have my dad do it. It was also no fun when I was in high school and had my mom give me two. I was too old and it was quite uncomfortable.